Post by delmonvarn on Oct 22, 2009 18:15:53 GMT -5
Faction:Galactic Republic
Department:Navy Marines
Rank:Warrant Officer Class 2 (this is a Naval rank parallel to a sergeant)
Name:Delmon Varn
Race:Human
Age:30
Height:6' 1”
Weight:200 lbs
Appearance:Delmon is a roughed up looking soldier. His blond hair is cropped close to his head, showing a scar the runs across his right eye. A thin armor patch and implant replace his right eye (no advantage, it just allows him to see), his left is its natural gray in color. Despite the tendency to think that soldiers are tanned, Delmon is notably pale skinned. When not armored or uniformed, thin scars from firefights and knife fights. Typically he is either dressed in a red officer's uniform of the Republic or his battle armor on, both of which denote his rank.
Birth place:Corellia
Skills:Tactics, Marksmanship, Piloting (Shuttlecraft)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons:6
Ranged Weapons:7
Alignment:+3
Bio:
Personality
Typical to a Corellian, Delmon craves adventure. He lives and breathes for the next adrenalin rush. He fed this in his adult life by enlisting as a Navy pilot. When he was encouraged to join the Marines, he was enthusiastic. Now he his stone cold during an operation, but can be as energetic and jovial as the freshest recruit when in garrison.
The Early Years
Delmon was born in a small rural community on Corellia. True to Corellian nature, he and his childhood friends exercised independence at an early age, exploring the wilds near the village. In his early teen years, he and his friends found a large sand panther, and they attempted to capture it. Fortunately, no one died but a grazing scratch would scar Delmon's face forever. A few days and several home remedies for cuts after the ill fated encounter, Delmon fell ill from the wound, and his parents got him a transport to a medical center to heal his face. Returning home with a permanent reminder of the Republic in his face, Delmon soon grew bored with the swoop racing and tests of skill he and his friends competed in. The only logical step up in his mind was to enlist in the Republic Navy and see the galaxy.
The Academy
During a survival training on an uninhabited planet, his classmates lost their nerve about being left alone. Delmon quickly stepped up, and not only rallied the pilots to go about their training, but successfully infiltrated a watch post on the planet's surface to call for the pick-up. With these acts, Delmon was offered a transfer to the Republican Marines where he trained in boarding, EVA combat and various other space combat techniques. His first real combat experience was piloting a shuttle with an assault team to take a Sith cruiser. His shuttle was shot down and crashed through the bulkhead where he and the surviving half of the assault team surreptitiously moved through the cruiser to take a Sith shuttle and return to safety. All while carrying the body of their dead captain.
Birth of a Marine
Over the next few years, Delmon would assist on more assaults on the Sith and pirates in the fringe territories, eventually distinguishing himself to the command and received a platoon of his own. Delmon refused a commission to become an officer to remain as a warrant officer. Now Delmon Varn's marine platoon only accepts volunteers who look for great glory at great risk.
RP Sample:
An alarm blared in the racks housing Delmon Varn's Marines.
“Now hear this. Now hear this. Enemy ship sighted. Suspected of carrying valuable cargo. Marines report to launch bay for assault launch. Alert Fifteen.”
Delmon Varn jumped out of his rack, having slept in his body suit he began to don the armor hanging in the locker. Seeing the lethargic movement of his platoon he urged his men out of their bunks.
“GET A MOVE ON LADIES! If you are not on the first shuttle out you are WALKING to the enemy vessel. MOOOOOVE OUT!”
Varn grabed his helmet as the troops of his platoon rush to don their armor and fall in a single file line as they ran down the corridors. A grin crossed the grizzled face of Warrant Officer Varn. A red alarm light flashed off the plate that holds his eye implant. In the armory he quick checked his M25 Rifle and M55 pistol before slinging the rifle and holstering the pistol. Sliding some extra clips for each gun in his utility belt, he grabed his helmet and boarded the shuttle, his company not two steps behind. His grin widened as he locked and loaded his guns. Eying his men ready their weapons,
Two Em Elevens and four Em Sixty- Ones. Twenty- nine young and eager faces. Today will be a good day. he thought to himself. Still smiling, he pulled his helmet on and locked it. Through the powering up HUD he saw his men follow suit.
“This is it marines! We have our orders. Let's ride.” and as the shuttle lifted off the men cheer and quickly somber down. The smile disappeared off of Varn's face, knowing the battle that lay ahead.
Edited 23.23 EST 23Oct 2009
Department:Navy Marines
Rank:Warrant Officer Class 2 (this is a Naval rank parallel to a sergeant)
Name:Delmon Varn
Race:Human
Age:30
Height:6' 1”
Weight:200 lbs
Appearance:Delmon is a roughed up looking soldier. His blond hair is cropped close to his head, showing a scar the runs across his right eye. A thin armor patch and implant replace his right eye (no advantage, it just allows him to see), his left is its natural gray in color. Despite the tendency to think that soldiers are tanned, Delmon is notably pale skinned. When not armored or uniformed, thin scars from firefights and knife fights. Typically he is either dressed in a red officer's uniform of the Republic or his battle armor on, both of which denote his rank.
Birth place:Corellia
Skills:Tactics, Marksmanship, Piloting (Shuttlecraft)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons:6
Ranged Weapons:7
Alignment:+3
Bio:
Personality
Typical to a Corellian, Delmon craves adventure. He lives and breathes for the next adrenalin rush. He fed this in his adult life by enlisting as a Navy pilot. When he was encouraged to join the Marines, he was enthusiastic. Now he his stone cold during an operation, but can be as energetic and jovial as the freshest recruit when in garrison.
The Early Years
Delmon was born in a small rural community on Corellia. True to Corellian nature, he and his childhood friends exercised independence at an early age, exploring the wilds near the village. In his early teen years, he and his friends found a large sand panther, and they attempted to capture it. Fortunately, no one died but a grazing scratch would scar Delmon's face forever. A few days and several home remedies for cuts after the ill fated encounter, Delmon fell ill from the wound, and his parents got him a transport to a medical center to heal his face. Returning home with a permanent reminder of the Republic in his face, Delmon soon grew bored with the swoop racing and tests of skill he and his friends competed in. The only logical step up in his mind was to enlist in the Republic Navy and see the galaxy.
The Academy
During a survival training on an uninhabited planet, his classmates lost their nerve about being left alone. Delmon quickly stepped up, and not only rallied the pilots to go about their training, but successfully infiltrated a watch post on the planet's surface to call for the pick-up. With these acts, Delmon was offered a transfer to the Republican Marines where he trained in boarding, EVA combat and various other space combat techniques. His first real combat experience was piloting a shuttle with an assault team to take a Sith cruiser. His shuttle was shot down and crashed through the bulkhead where he and the surviving half of the assault team surreptitiously moved through the cruiser to take a Sith shuttle and return to safety. All while carrying the body of their dead captain.
Birth of a Marine
Over the next few years, Delmon would assist on more assaults on the Sith and pirates in the fringe territories, eventually distinguishing himself to the command and received a platoon of his own. Delmon refused a commission to become an officer to remain as a warrant officer. Now Delmon Varn's marine platoon only accepts volunteers who look for great glory at great risk.
RP Sample:
An alarm blared in the racks housing Delmon Varn's Marines.
“Now hear this. Now hear this. Enemy ship sighted. Suspected of carrying valuable cargo. Marines report to launch bay for assault launch. Alert Fifteen.”
Delmon Varn jumped out of his rack, having slept in his body suit he began to don the armor hanging in the locker. Seeing the lethargic movement of his platoon he urged his men out of their bunks.
“GET A MOVE ON LADIES! If you are not on the first shuttle out you are WALKING to the enemy vessel. MOOOOOVE OUT!”
Varn grabed his helmet as the troops of his platoon rush to don their armor and fall in a single file line as they ran down the corridors. A grin crossed the grizzled face of Warrant Officer Varn. A red alarm light flashed off the plate that holds his eye implant. In the armory he quick checked his M25 Rifle and M55 pistol before slinging the rifle and holstering the pistol. Sliding some extra clips for each gun in his utility belt, he grabed his helmet and boarded the shuttle, his company not two steps behind. His grin widened as he locked and loaded his guns. Eying his men ready their weapons,
Two Em Elevens and four Em Sixty- Ones. Twenty- nine young and eager faces. Today will be a good day. he thought to himself. Still smiling, he pulled his helmet on and locked it. Through the powering up HUD he saw his men follow suit.
“This is it marines! We have our orders. Let's ride.” and as the shuttle lifted off the men cheer and quickly somber down. The smile disappeared off of Varn's face, knowing the battle that lay ahead.
Edited 23.23 EST 23Oct 2009
